The wind in the mountains is not only colder than the wind below, but also much stronger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I don't know where to blow a few pieces of yellow sheet paper that add to the loneliness of the night.

Shazipo Village is located on a plain at an altitude of about a few hundred meters, backed by an unknown mountain that the locals call a sacred mountain. As the saying goes, relying on the mountain to eat the mountain depends on the water to eat the water, this mountain feeds several surrounding villages, and is naturally a holy mountain in the hearts of the locals.

Fang Rui's biggest regret when he was a child was that he had not climbed this holy mountain, and now that he has grown up and come back, he naturally wants to make up for this regret. But before Fang Rui could set off, he was stopped by his father Fang Yongshou.

"Baby, it's not on the holy mountain." Fang Yongshou smoked a dry cigarette and stopped Fang Rui.

Fang Rui also smokes occasionally, and it is still very comfortable to smoke a cigarette while writing a card. But he doesn't have an addiction and doesn't smoke when he's fine. And now seeing that my father smoked dry cigarettes so much, I couldn't help but take out a box of cigarettes from the cigarettes I brought to my father and light one.

"Dad, don't eat that in the future, that one is too harmful to the body. Eat this in the future, my son will bring you a lot, and I'll get it for you after eating! Fang Rui handed over the yellow crane tower.

Fang Yongshou stared at the cigarette, but he didn't take it, still holding his cigarette pot that he had used for an unknown number of years, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog: "I've been eating it for decades, and I'm used to it." It's really bad to let me eat something small. Fang Yongshou has been working in the field, the wind and rain are drenched, but he looks gray when he is not yet fifty, the vicissitudes of time have drawn one furrow after another on his face, and his hands are also full of calluses.

Fang Rui knew that although his father didn't smoke, he still liked this kind of cigarette very much. Because this thing was a rarity when he was young, few people could afford to smoke it, and even the cigarettes he smoked were rolled by himself. This cigarette is also excellent for entertaining guests at home. So Fang Rui smiled and left the cigarette for his father.

"Baby, it's not on the holy mountain." Fang Yongshou repeated what he had said before. Seeing Fang Rui's puzzlement, Fang Yongshou asked Fang Rui rhetorically: "Do you know why your uncles and uncles are all back?" ”

Fang Rui shook his head, in fact, when he came back, he saw quite a lot of people in the village, because normally when the New Year is not over, there are only the old people and children left behind in the village, and very few young and middle-aged people still stay in the village to farm and hunt, and they all go to the county seat or farther cities to work, or even settle there. I can get out of this small mountain village, see the world of flowers in the outside world, and a few are willing to come back to this place where there is no network.

"It's the beginning of July, and it's not far from July 15." Fang Yongshou continued to smoke his dry cigarette. And Fang Rui had already finished the cigarette, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. When he heard what his father said on July 15, he remembered that when he was a child, he often heard the old man say: "In the middle of July, the ghost door opened." The ghost door opened and the ghost came out. "When he grew up, he heard similar nursery rhymes, but he can't remember them now.

But about the seventh and a half months, Fang Rui still remembers the opening of the ghost door clearly.

Seeing Fang Rui's appearance, Fang Yongshou knew that Fang Rui remembered. He took another puff of cigarette before he continued: "That's right, July 15 is the Midyear Festival, and it is also the most important day to worship the ancestors in our village in addition to going to the grave during the New Year. You've grown up, even if you don't call this time, you'll let your mother call you back after a few ****. ”

"Then why can't you go up to the Holy Mountain?"

Fang Yongshou turned the cigarette pot upside down, poured out all the cigarette ashes he had smoked, and took the tobacco from the windowsill and tore it up and put it in the cigarette pot. Fang Rui had the foresight to light a dry tobacco for his father. After lighting it, Fang Yongshou said: "Because in the middle of July, the ghost door is open." ”

"Every year at this time, people who go up the mountain never come back." The smoke rose, blurring Fang Yongshou's face, as if even his voice was blurred.

If it had been a few years earlier, Fang Rui might not have believed in this evil, because at that time he still didn't believe in these things that seemed to him to be feudal superstitions. But after going through the series of things in the villa, Fang Rui found that he was becoming more and more timid, and he didn't even dare to touch many things that looked weird. Maybe it's because of ignorance! The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger.

"Dad, then tell me about the Midyear Festival in July!" Fang Rui is still very curious about this day, and this is also a good writing subject.

Fang Yongshou stood up, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand holding the cigarette pot, and slowly walked out of the room, only saying to Fang Rui: "I don't know much about these things, go ask your grandma!" With that, he walked out of the room, not knowing where he went.

Considering that grandma might have gone to bed so late, he didn't bother grandma anymore, Fang Rui simply washed and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

But I don't know if it's because I smoked a cigarette or because the topic of conversation with my father was too attractive, Fang Rui couldn't sleep after tossing and turning in bed. I don't know how long it took before Fang Rui fell asleep in a daze.

It seemed that a short time had passed, and Fang Rui was awakened by a burst of urine. It made him a little irritable.

It is impossible for the toilet in the village to be in the house. Because they don't have high-end things like toilet sewers, they all dig a pit and use it as a toilet, which is why the toilet is also called a pit.

In order to prevent the smell of the pit from being too unpleasant, the pit will generally be some distance away from the bedroom.

Fang Rui walked out of the bedroom half-asleep and walked straight towards the pit - after all, he grew up here, and Fang Rui would not fall into it even with his eyes closed.

After urinating, Fang Rui trembled, and the feeling after release made the irritability in his heart decrease a lot.

As soon as he walked out of the pit, Fang Rui's face was covered by something. Fang Rui's eyes were half-squinted, and he didn't see clearly what was blown by the wind. After lifting his pants, he reached out and took the unknown object off his face.

At this fixed glance, Fang Rui instantly came to his senses.

Pasted on Fang Rui's face, this is a pile of yellow table paper!

The yellow paper had not been burned, it looked like brand new, and Fang Rui didn't know where it had been scraped from. But no matter where it came from, Fang Rui felt an inexplicable fear!

Especially when he had just discussed this ghost door with his own father at night, he felt even more weird and terrifying!

Fang Rui threw the yellow table paper on the ground, ran back to the bedroom without a head, and closed the door tightly. Although it was the scorching summer season, Fang Rui still felt that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Xiao Hui, who lived next door, heard the movement of this house and asked through the wall, "Mr. Fang, what happened?" ”

Fang Rui hurriedly replied: "It's okay, you can sleep, there's nothing going on here." ”

"Okay, call me in time if you have something!" After that, there was no movement in the next room. (To be continued.) )

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